“I can feel the wetness of her on my lips, as I can feel my own wetness where my fingers trace their way between my thighs. The tears are because everything changes tonight, and as deep as I fall into the feel of her, this scares me. My breasts are soft against hers, our upthrust nipples touching as I caress her with all of me, with all I have, all I am. As hungrily as I embrace her, dropping slowly to my knees before her, it scares me. “Tell me what you want,” she says… “What the fuck do you ...want, Lori?” The last thing D___ said to me before he left. I can still remember the swearing, can still feel his anger. I’ve been thinking about that far too much. Replaying the scene in my head as I do, thinking of all the things I should have said, only too late. You want more than he can give you. So many times that I’d felt it, so many times that I’d thought it. And all I could think about on the long drive out of the city was that if he showed up right now, even as angry as I was, as hurt and lonely as he had left me — I still didn’t know whether I’d be able to say it to him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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